Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2018 09:59:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 91
Queen Mary Bell Boys by badboi666
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Chapter 91
Sex between current and former bell boys is not reported to Sir, as you
know. But what happened in Cabin 1 that night is worth setting down.
Vincent got into bed next to Charlie and I got in beside him. It was a
squeeze, but a nice all-boys-together sort of squeeze. "Can I ask you
something?" said Vincent. "Ask away," said Charlie. "Well, it's about me
and George. We've known we were boyfriends since last winter, and we still
feel the same as we did then. When we're making love nothing else matters,
and when one of us is unwell, or unhappy, the other one suffers too."
"That's how we feel," said Charlie. "How long have you two been in love?"
asked Vincent "Since June 6, 1936," I said, "that's 704 days (it was now
May 10)." Charlie and Vincent were astonished. "You keep a tally of the
days?" said Vincent. I blushed. "Yes." Charlie reached over Vincent and
gave me a loving kiss. "Vincent," he said when he dropped back to his own
bit of bed again, "does George still amaze you with new things you didn't
know about him each day? Patrick never ceases. That's why I love him more
today than when I'd only loved him for a mere 700 days." Vincent said that
that answered his unasked question.
I knew that, following that revelation, Vincent might feel reticent about
initiating anything sexual, so I made the first move. I turned to face him
and placed my hand on his soft cock. "Just because Charlie and I love each
other doesn't mean we don't like fucking other boys. You're here because
we want you to be here, and we mainly want you to be here not because of
your stimulating conversation but because of this thing -" (I squeezed it,
already hard) "- any other things in that area." "Like this one," said
Charlie, who had been listening, and who placed a finger on Vincent's
arsehole. "Mmm," murmured Vincent.
At the recruitment process Vincent and I had sucked each other off, and I'd
had a few fingers up his arse, but until that night no other activity had
taken place. Charlie and Vincent had had no contact at all. By midnight
all that had changed. "The As have fucked George and me, and we've fucked
both of them," said our visitor, "so who's going to fuck me tonight?" I
said that, as I was his Bell Captain, that pleasure was mine. Vincent
smiled happily. "I've been wanting this since that recruitment time," he
said, "the only ones you fucked there were Javid and Prince." "Well, your
waiting's over," said Charlie, "and it's been worth the wait, I can tell
you." He pushed the bedclothes back, revealing my hand clasping Vincent's
cock. "If you're going to fuck him then I must make sure he's ready, o
great Bell Captain."
Charlie is very good at making sure someone is ready. I think he must have
picked it up from me. By the time he winked at me and said "your time has
come" Vincent was almost reduced to a blubbering jelly of delayed
gratification. "Oh God, Charlie, I've been warmed up plenty of times, but
nothing comes close to that." "In that case I hope you were remembering
everything I did," murmured Charlie, "because Patrick will be checking with
George in a day or two to see whether you've tried it all out on him."
Vincent managed to convey the idea that he would willingly accept Charlie's
advice. "Now for God's sake, Patrick, pleeeeeease!"
Vincent was on his back, his knees apart and his arsehole gaping like a
goldfish, opening and shutting. I wondered where he'd learned that trick -
it was mesmerising to watch. A good-sized plum would have got in without
touching the sides. Happily when my cock ventured into the darkness his
arse was a lot tighter than his rosebud. Most odd. I made a note to
discuss things in some details when I quizzed George in a day or two. "Can
you feel me?" I asked. "Yes. Now fuck me. Fast, slow, I don't care. I'm
just loving every minute of it." I decided on slow. The more excruciating
his denied desire to come the more likely it was to hit the ceiling when he
did. Vincent put his ankles behind my head and held on for dear life.
That left room for Charlie to kneel over Vincent's chest facing him, with
his back just clear of me at the business end of the set-up. Vincent's
eyes opened wide and his smile got even wider. "Is that for me?" It was.
Charlie's cock, wet with precum, smeared Vincent's lips before they parted
to admit it. Vincent was being spit-roasted for the first time in his
life. There was no doubt that it would not be the last. I remembered that
Vincent had been a proficient cocksucker, and knew that Charlie would enjoy
the next quarter of an hour.
Some boys when they're being fucked twitch, almost as though they're
getting an electric shock. Vincent went a stage further: every time my
cock was deepest inside him he shook. I could feel his thighs trembling
round my chest and his hands and arms were all over the place - clasping
Charlie, holding his head, holding his own head, gripping something -
anything - then, as I slowly withdrew he seemed to regain control of his
body and was still until the next time. More shaking, trembling,
thrashing. It was incredibly erotic and I knew I wasn't going to last
anything like as long as I'd hoped to. "Got to fill you up," I groaned.
"Yes, yes, yes." His right hand reached round Charlie's hips (just) and
grabbed his cock. I could see it, hard, urgent, his foreskin pulled right
back to reveal a purple swollen head, awash with precum. Three of us were
now racing to come: me up Vincent's arse, Charlie in his mouth, and Vincent
himself, wanking furiously.
Rather surprisingly Charlie was first, crying out as he filled Vincent's
mouth with Sutherland's finest vintage. Vincent, being a seasoned expert,
didn't spill a drop, but while his mouth was being filled (and his taste
buds overloading with sexual messages) he was unable to do more than groan
deeply as his own orgasm overcame him. I had a grandstand seat and
although it didn't actually hit the ceiling the first enormous gush went
sufficiently far into the air that when it came down it landed in Charlie's
hair. The next six spurts coated his back. In the fifteen seconds between
my seeing this memorable (and sadly never repeated) spectacle and my
leaning forward to lick up as much as I could reach I came myself, spunking
high up into Vincent's guts. As he felt my cock swell and pulse he
swallowed Charlie's load and was thus able to express his joy at the
feelings up his arse. "Oh Patrick, oh, oh, it's so ... oh." We are not at
our most articulate at such moments, but I knew what he meant, especially
as all I had been able to say was "fuck, Vincent, yes, yes, aaaah!" I
collapsed forward to enjoy Vincent's spunk off Charlie's back. Charlie
collapsed forward, carefully allowing his cock to escape from any dental
danger. Vincent, suffused with one of the most enormous post-orgasmic
glows of his 15 years, allowed himself to stay uncomplaining at the bottom
of a heap of just-come boys. It's a good place.
Some minutes later, when the glow had faded, Vincent asked us to let him
breathe. We rolled off, still sweaty and sticky. "That was half an hour
I'll never forget," he said. "What about what you were saying before we
started?" said Charlie, "the boyfriend stuff?" "I don't know what you
mean. George and I love each other, but we're both 15 and we're both
employed to let men fuck us. Like you two, what we do with other boys
doesn't affect what we feel for each other. Right now George probably has
Marcus fucking him, and good luck to him. He certainly raved enough about
it last time. I'll be raving to him about what we got up to, believe me.
And Charlie, you're brilliant and I'll try to give G the same wonderful
warm-up treatment you gave me. Patrick, I envy you, having such a skilled
lover." "Big speech, Vincent," I said, "but you were a big part of what
just happened. Having a threesome adds something extra. You and G should
spend the night with some of the other boys now and again. The other three
get it on from time to time." "I thought Nigel and Javid were boyfriends."
"So they are, but the two of them still involve Graham sometimes. Last
night the three of them were coiled up like snakes in Cabin 2."
Vincent suddenly disappeared under the bedclothes and I saw Charlie's
expression change as Vincent's mouth was fastened on his cock. "I loved
the taste of your cum," said a muffled voice from the darkness, "and I want
more." I moved to kiss Charlie. "Go on, let him," I whispered, "and he
can gave mine afterwards." Charlie relaxed - for the next several minutes
all he would have to do was allow everything to happen. Vincent was a good
cocksucker, and Charlie was hard in his mouth. My mouth was on Charlie's,
our tongues exploring gently, softly tenderly. In contrast Vincent's
tongue was urgent, probing, sucking Charlie deeper. He reached his hands
under Charlie's arse cheeks drawing his cock deeper. Vincent was
deep-throating Charlie - a thing I'd never learned to do - and Charlie was
loving it. His breath in my mouth became hotter and shorter and, while our
lips remained glued together, he started to make little noises - mmmph!
mmmph! - as Vincent drew him ever closer to coming. I'd never felt the
sensation before, and although it was only at second hand it was incredibly
erotic, almost as though Vincent was fucking me. When Charlie came his cry
of ecstasy echoed inside my head and our tongues instantly became frantic
with need. Vincent shot up the bed and tapped my cheek. The message was
clear: here's your lover's spunk, and I'm offering it to you. I could
never get enough of that taste, and I knew that Vincent and George must
have felt the same. As Vincent and I kissed and exchanged essence of
Charlie I thought of Arthur. I remember thinking then that when I got to
be Arthur's age I might be as desperate as he was for the warm urgent spunk
of teenagers. I didn't dare to hope that I'd still have Charlie, but as
you know the Fates smiled on us both. Not all of the current and former
bell boys would be so lucky.
When Vincent and I disengaged he looked me in the eyes. "I bet we're
having more fun that G and Marcus. It's your turn now, Bell Captain, hold
on," and he disappeared down into the steamy darkness. Ten minutes later
the orgasm he brought me to was unlike anything I'd had before. The
intensity was quite different from coming up someone's arse; this one was
actually into Vincent's throat, not his mouth. With Charlie he'd pulled
back a bit so that his mouth filled with Charlie's spunk. Mine went
straight into his stomach. I don't know what the difference felt like to
him, but to me the constriction of his throat as I shot was completely
unlike what arse muscles do. It all sounds very cold and technical written
down like that, but those of you who have come in both places will
recognise what I'm talking about.
It was only fair after such feats of oral skill that we, as good hosts,
should invite our guest to say how he would like to be delivered of his
second load: we'd each come twice, and it was his turn. "I want Charlie to
fuck me," he said, "nothing personal, Patrick, but his cock's bigger." I
assured Vincent that not only was I well aware of Charlie's extra inches,
but that I was happy that they should be put to the use desired. Charlie
looked an "OK?" at me and I mouthed "of course," so the two of them settled
down for a nice fuck, Vincent on his back as before. I hadn't watched
Charlie fuck anyone for several months and I'd almost forgotten how sexy he
was when seen in action. He was very fit - we all were - and his body was
so beautiful to look at, sinewy, strong, sexy, alive, hot, urgent - oh
Charlie, I love you so much and I miss you every day. If I close my eyes
you're still the boy of 16 I first found myself loving. The years, the
wrinkles, the decline - all gone, all forgotten. Just you and me, wrapped
up in each other for over 80 years. We were so lucky.
Charlie had already come twice, so was unlikely to do so again, but his
cock was hard enough to bring Vincent to where he wanted to be - all over
his smooth belly. I cleaned him afterwards. Before we finally curled up
to sleep I reminded Charlie that he'd have to wash his hair very thoroughly
in the shower the next morning.
*****
0915 continued the tradition of detailed blow-by-blow accounts of the
previous 24 hours. Tim reported on our hour with Mario. "He wants me for
the same for an hour tonight," I added, "and I'm the last of Arthur's solos
this morning. All of us tomorrow, so he'll be happy." "Remind me," said
Sir, "who was with him yesterday?" "George and Tim." Sir turned to
George. "Tell us, George, what was it like?" "He's a very good
cocksucker, Sir, and I came quite quickly. He wanted me to be naked so
that he could feast his eyes, as he put it. He got me to turn round and
bend over. I thought he might want to fuck me, and I knew that wasn't the
bargain, but all he wanted to do was look. I may have done the wrong
thing, but when he knelt down behind me to get a close look I said he could
touch if he wanted. 'Are you sure, George?' he said. 'Yes, if you like,'
I said, expecting him to pull my cheeks aside and maybe feel a bit. But it
was his tongue which touched me. Vincent and I rim each other, but no-one
else has so far -" (there was a murmuring in the room to the effect that
that ought to be put right) "- and Arthur's good at it. After a minute or
two I said I was likely to come if he did it any more." "Were you?" asked
Sir. "No, not really, but I knew he wasn't paying to rim me. Anyway I
turned round and he saw I was hard. 'Mmm, that's a nice one,' he said, and
held it. I reckon that's fair game if I'm to shoot in his mouth, so I
oohed a bit and said he was making me so horny. 'So I see, George, and I'm
horny too. Let's see what your fine cock can produce', and he got his lips
round it. Javid had told me that he was good, but I didn't really believe
him - I thought he was just cheering me up if I was going to be sucked off
by an old man. Sorry, Javid, you were right. I only lasted about two
minutes before I started to moan and I told him I was nearly there. 'Good
boy, just let it happen', he said and then I started. Lots of jets. I was
holding Arthur's head and I stroked his hair as my cock went on shooting.
When I finished he took my cock out of his mouth and kissed the end of it.
'Tell Patrick something salty, let's say bacon'." "Bacon," I cried,
"Vincent, does George's spunk taste of bacon to you?" He thought for a
moment. "A bit, I suppose, but to me it tastes of G." "What about yours?
Vincent - is it honey?" "Not really. It's sweeter than mine though."
"What is all this, Patrick?" said Sir.
I explained that Arthur was in the habit of telling the boys to report to
me on what he'd said their spunk tasted like. "We've had mango,
pomegranate twice, honey and bacon. Mine's almonds apparently." Sir
smiled. "I can't say I'd be quite as precise as friend Arthur, but there's
certainly a lot of variation - some sweet and some salty but -" (and here
he spread his arms wide and beamed at us all) "- all delicious. Now enough
from George. What else?" Tim quietly put in that his was still supposedly
mango. "Thank you, Tim. What else."
George told us about his night with Marcus. He had been full of piss on
arrival, as before, and as before Marcus had prepared the bath. They had
pissed on each other happily until they were both empty. Generous refills
had been forthcoming and while they were working their way through the two
of them had lain, still wet, on a plastic sheet Marcus had laid on the bed.
"It's funny how licking a client's body when he's got piss on it is so sexy
- you'd think it would be disgusting." Several heads shook at this point.
They had 69ed and George had come in Marcus's mouth. Marcus had fucked
George, but hadn't come. "He said he wanted to keep it back for later."
The piss had become urgent again - it was approaching midnight - so the
warm water in the bath was replenished. "I practically wet myself right
there when the tap started running." Marcus had made George get in and lie
on his back while he got his cock nicely up the boy's arse. "Luckily it's
quite a big bath, so there was just about room for him to fuck me. I was
pretty sure I knew what was going to happen, so I asked if he was going to
pissfuck me." This had indeed been Marcus's intention, but only after he
had fucked him properly, and come all those 9 - 10? - inches away from
daylight. George had sought permission to piss when necessary, and Marcus
had grinned happily. Marcus had fucked George, somewhat uncomfortable, but
uncomplaining, and had achieved a noisy orgasm. George had pissed while
this was happening "but only a bit". Marcus had then started to piss while
his cock was still half-hard and deep within George's arse. "It was a
fantastic feeling. Completely unlike spunk. A lot more of it, for one
thing, and a lot more pressure. I tried to keep it in for as long as I
could but it started to leak out, and as he kept on pissing the leak turned
into a fountain. I started pissing myself - I couldn't help it. Marcus
was loving it; 'yes, yes', he kept saying, 'piss it all out, George'.
After a minute or two we both stopped pissing, but there was still plenty
up my arse and when he let his cock fall out guess what happened?" Sir was
the only one in the room whose face was not grinning. He pointed to
Vincent. "You may have a better idea, Vincent. What do you think?"
Vincent didn't hesitate. "A great pile of shit flew out as well."
Laughter all round. "Yup," said George," and I was so embarrassed. I
thought he'd kick me out." "What happened?" I asked, having a pretty good
idea since George had reported in at 0700, not in the middle of the night.
"He laughed. 'That happens', he said, 'don't worry', and he picked the
bits up in his fingers and dropped them in the toilet." "Were you
bothered?" I asked. "No, not once he'd said it was OK. Then we got out of
the bath and both showered. We went back to the bed and he took the
plastic off and we got in. He wanted to suck my cock and make me come, and
that was nice. Then he fucked me again and we fell asleep. When I woke I
saw that it was 0640 so I had time to get down under the bedclothes and
suck him off. I can't say it tasted of anything really - just spunk. He
gave me $50."
Sir said that the shit episode was something that hadn't been mentioned
before. "Patrick, will you talk to them about it please, and let me know
at 0900 tomorrow." I nodded. "Now, who else has been busy?"
Javid described his night with Ethan. They had done a great deal of
talking as well as a great deal of mutually satisfying things. On the
previous occasion - an hour only - Javid had come three times. He said he
had been determined to give Ethan his full money's-worth and was proud to
report that he had 'jizzed', as Ethan had required him to say, 5 times
although he confessed the fourth had been pretty feeble. "Why not the
fifth?" asked Nigel, who had a degree of proprietorial interest after all.
Javid smiled. "I rested for four hours between the fourth and the fifth."
Ethan had managed three orgasms, two of which had coincided very closely
with two of Javid's, and news of this feat was greeted with approval by
Sir's staff. (And by Sir.) "Where did all these jizzings happen?" "Two
of his were up my arse, Sir, and two of mine were up his. Two of mine were
in his mouth, including the long-awaited fifth this morning. The other two
- one each - were on our bodies. He wanted to see me jizz, he said, so the
first one was to be out in the open so he could watch it 'spurt out of my
gorgeous brown cock', as he put it. He made me just lie on my back while
he did all kinds of sexy things, making me tingle all over. He ended up
with three fingers up my arse so when his other hand started to wank me the
spectacle he'd been waiting for was not long delayed." "What did he say?"
asked Nigel, keen to enjoy his boyfriend's night of passion, even if only
vicariously. "He said 'my God, kid, that's a fucking fountain'. I think
he was pleased because he kissed me very warmly. Then he said it mustn't
go to waste and he licked my belly clean, and very sexy it was. Then he
said 'now do it to me', so I tried to copy exactly what he'd done." "Did
you get it exact?" I said. He smiled. "Almost. I got four fingers up
him. Apart from that it was much the same. Like Vincent I didn't think he
tasted of anything special. Spunk is spunk. I like it," he said simply.
Time was getting on - it was almost 1000. I knew Sir would want to hear
about Don and Micky, but I also knew that he had other responsibilities. I
took a risk. "Nigel and Graham had a night with Don and Micky, but I don't
think they have enough time to tell the story properly. There are only two
bookings for today, so can we leave their report until then, Sir?" Sir
glanced at his watch: he was as keen to hear about what the four of them
had got up to as the rest of us, but he knew I had a point. "Very well,
Patrick. I'm sure it will be worth the wait. I hope you have more than
two bookings today though. You'd better all go any see what you can do.
Thank you all, it's been an uplifting morning." We all laughed as we
trooped out. "Make your story a good one," I told the twins. "Oh, it is,
believe me," said Graham. I quietly reminded them all that Micky would be
in Cabin 1 from shortly after 1100. "You've got a rota. Sir mustn't know,
but I don't see he's likely to find out. If he does, leave the talking to
me."
I'd given them the rota I'd worked out the night before. If Micky really
did want to be fucked by 11 people I had a batting order all prepared.
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The fun will continue in Chapter 92 as Micky passes an interesting day.
The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a
transatlantic crossing last year, and the boy I describe as "me" is really
cute. I'm sure he had adventures ...
Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped
nifty a few quid.
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